prizegiving was good. i thought itd be really really boring but it actually wasnt that bad and ive started blushing at everything like when my name got called at prizegiving and i walked up and started goign completely red. i could also see a certain someone in the third row clapping like crazy :P but yeah and then i blushed when my maths teacher asked me what my prize was for. please dont get the wrong idea. I am starting to dislike my english teacher. its not his fault. he is nice and everythign, but im really not used to english teachers ignoring me, and i cant remember how i got mrs othen and mr poore to notice me before, maybe im just not as good at english as i used to be. He isnt built for teachign engl;ish. he's too literal. i mean he can spout out good metaphors and similes and write in whatever format you like, but he dosen't love it. not like mrs othen or mr poore did. and i have to go two years with him, the most important years in my GCSE course, i just wish there was a way we could choose our teachers. But its how hard i work i suppose, the better i work the better the lessons will be, right? I hope so. I had to leave french on friday, my eyes went funny and there were coloured dots flashing everywhere and a pain behind my eyes. Mrs batten says it's because i havent had enough sleep, and because i didnt eat anything before coming to school. which wa sprobably true, only its happenend again today and although i didnt sleep that much, i did actually eat something today. i cant get to sleep at the moment theres just too much to be sorted out in my head, all whizzing round and making snese of itself, and the clock at the end of the bed is mocking me, one o clock, two o clock, three... i took it down, but that was even worse. anyway i have to do a mikado recording so i cant be typing anymore, i may write more later, there is much more to tell but i just cant be bothered wtiitng it all just yet.